"Since it's the emperor's intention, how can I know it? I'm just being entrusted with it. Leng Huaping's words, Murong Shijing looked at her suspiciously.

"Little Four, you won't always be working for the emperor's uncle, right?" Murong Shijing looked at the cold painting screen with a serious expression.

couldn't bear to see Murong Shijing knowing the ruthlessness of the royal family, Leng Huaping decided to lie to her: "No, I am just entrusted by others, but not by the emperor." ”

"Really?" Murong Shijing looked at the cold painting screen with some disbelief.

In order to prevent Murong Shijing from seeing her unnatural look, Leng Huaping pushed her forward: "Don't worry, I won't lie to you, let's hurry up and find Concubine Qing!" ”

Although Murong Shijing was pushed by the cold painting screen, there were some things that the cold painting screen didn't say, and she knew it in her heart, she just didn't want to face it.

The royal family is so ruthless, how can they ignore being in it? Even the emperor can use his own flesh and blood to make people imperceptible, so how much does the emperor's uncle, who loves her on weekdays, still have some sincere love for her?

Even though Murong Shi thought like this, he was pushed to the room guarded by an old man by the cold painting screen.

The old man sat in a chair, his hands resting on the table in front of him to prop up his face, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

Murong Shijing and Leng Huaping stood in front of her, looking at each other. Murong Shi tried to bypass the old man and walk inside, but before he reached the door, he heard the old man's hoarse voice: "Stop!" ”

Murong Shijing stopped and looked at the old man beside him, still the same way he saw her.

"You're awake!" Murong Shi greeted her with a hippie smile, while Leng Huaping stood aside and observed her.

The old man began to stop talking again, which made Murong Shijing look at the cold painting screen in confusion.

And Leng Huaping was still looking at the old man's house, wanting to see the true face of the old man bowing his head, but the old man seemed to be aware of it, and immediately said: "Girl, it's not that you can't look at it." ”

This sentence can be regarded as a warning to the cold painting screen, and the cold painting screen also listened to the old man's words, and did not look at it again: "Old man, you ......"

"Don't ask if you have something, don't say anything." The old man's intermittent eight words said that she didn't want to be disturbed.

Leng Huaping and Murong Shijing looked at each other, Murong Shijing wanted to take advantage of the inconvenience of the old man's legs and feet, and hurriedly ran in, who knew that before his feet stepped in, he was hooked by the collar of the old man's crutches, and he couldn't move an inch.

"County Lord, you should know the emperor's orders best, how can you knowingly violate them?" The old man blurted out the identity of Murong Shijing, and Leng Huaping couldn't help but be a little more curious about her.

Murong Shi returned to Dao Leng Huaping's side and looked at her with some fear. The old man said: "Since the girl has the emperor's royal card, she should take it out and show it to the old man, so that she can go in, why bother to break in?" ”

"How do you know I have it?" Leng Huaping finally asked curiously.

"Hehe, just give it to me, girl." The old man laughed a little horrified.

Leng Huaping thought about the place where the palace secret record was recorded, how could it be impossible for a useless person to guard it, and still truthfully handed over the token to the old man.

The old man seemed to have a bad eye, and looked at it for a long time under the dim candle flame before returning the royal card to the cold painting screen and said, "Go in!" An hour in time. ”

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